can you tell i gave up on the background

cupcakes are totally a breakfast food


reunion falls- sock opera (part 2) (part 1) (part 3) (part 4)

sorry for the wait on this one, it has been a busy month for me and ive had to be working on this on and off for all of it! but it’s been a lot of fun and im excited to draw even more

next time: demonic possession


The “Draw Your OTP” like this challenge (?). As you can see from my drawing and the screencap, you can tell where I gave up on the background, also the arms for Adrien are wonky hahaha! This was a lot of fun though, you guys should try it out too if you want! Have fun! <3 Alyssa

anonymous asked:

Hello! I want to ask you one about Seven working as an agent AND being bi. Imagine MC walking with RFA or V or Saeran somewhere around town, when suddenly they see - omg, Seven?? Maybe different outfit and hair, but definitely him? And he's sitting in a cafe across some man, looking at him sweetly, their fingers entwined; is he on a mission? Is it a date? What would their reaction be?? Thank you!


 (Also it’s long sorry ;A;)

It was about time everyone decided to take the day off, and spent it together! It took a lot of planning, time, and convincing on your part to get everyone out and about the town!

When you suggested some time together, just simply walking around town, seeing sights, window shopping, there were…a few mixed reactions.

Yoosung was so excited!!! Absolutely loved the idea of walking around with you! Maybe the two of you could walk next to each other, maybe walk closely… Accidently bump hands together… It could lead to hand holding!!! What if a few of his friends see the two of you walking together?? Will they think the two of you were dating??!! He’s so iN ON THIS IDEA!

Zen thought it’d be great to see everyone! Except, maybe Jumin. But you!! He’s happy to see you! Super excited to take you to some of his favourite stores, maybe buy you a flower or two, and take you to his friends kebab place! He was too busy planning things he wanted to do with you that he might have…forgotten… it wasn’t just to two of you.

Jaehee was just as excited as Yoosung! She barely gets time off so she was happy for that, but she was also happy about spending time with you. The two of you go window shopping as often as possible, it’s one of her favourite things! Every now and then, however, she’ll splurge on ANY Zen merchandise she comes across. She has no shame. She doesn’t care if Zen’s attending as well, she’ll buy it in front of him- she’s a fan expressing her appreciation for his work!!

Jumin was more intrigued than anything. Commoner shops? He’s ready. Not so excited for commoner food, though. He’s hoping that he can prove to you he’s not some… stuck up corporate heir, he can be laid back, for your sake! Just wants you to think highly of him! Tells himself that he’ll pay particular attention to you throughout the day, if there’s anything you really like, he’ll buy it for you. What is window shopping? Why do we need to buy windows?

V was just happy to see everyone else happy!! He’s brought his camera, and he’s so excited to take pictures of everyone!! Also secretly hoping to himself that he can get a lot of adorable candid’s of you. The smile you get on your face when you’re surrounded by the people you love is so bright and innocent and he loves it!!! Not to mention, he can get great shots of everyone enjoying themselves and make a photo album to gift to you!!

It took a lot of convincing to get Saeran out of the house and around town with the group of you. He only agreed to go because you gave him the puppy eyes he can’t resist. He only agreed to go if he could stay by you the whole time so you were within arm’s reach if he needed you. He wasn’t too excited to be surrounded by everyone else, but as long as he was with you, he guesses it won’t be too bad?

The group of you meet up at a coffee shop and figure out which way you all were going to go first! You look around at everyone and notice a certain red head is missing. You turn to Saeran with a look of confusion that he immediately returned. “What?” He asked, as he watched you take another look at everyone.

“Where’s Saeyoung?? Is he late?” you questioned, turning back to him. He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in a huff.

“He kept talking about work or something. I don’t know, I wasn’t paying too much attention to him. So he’s not coming.”

“Oh…okay,” the sadness in your voice was contagious. Everyone started to feel a twinge of gloom just seeing you look down at the ground. You flipped a switch, however, and threw your head back up, wearing a huge smile, turning around with a little pep in your step. “That’s okay! He’ll just have to have fun with us next time! Let’s go, guys!” You lead the pack down the street, stopping every now and then in front of a store is something catches your eye. The whole day was full of smiles and laughter, mixed with bickering between Zen and Jumin. Everything was going so well! Everyone was happy, and having so much fun!

All of a sudden, you stop in your tracks. Yoosung, who was walking behind you, ran into you and started to apologize profusely. Your hand shot up, telling him to quiet down. You pointed towards a couple sitting at an outdoor cafe.

The two of them had their elbows on the table, leaning in towards each other. The woman wore a long, red sundress and her long black hair danced behind her as a breeze blew by. She reached out towards the man, caressing his face softly before interlacing her fingers with his own.

“Um, MC? Why are you pointing at them? What is it?” Yoosung asked, looking between you and the couple in question.

“It’s impolite to point, MC, please stop,” Jumin requested, coming up behind you and gently pushing on your forearm to drop it. Saeran squinted towards the couple before groaning and covering his face. You kept staring with a bewildered look on your face, and Jaehee stepped up beside you to see what you were talking about. After careful examination, she let out a soft “oh” before turning a light shade of pink.

“Woah, she’s kinda cute. Are you just going to point out cute girls the rest of the day, MC?” Zen asked with a slight laugh, checking the woman out from afar. Jumin crossed his arms and slightly shook his head, an irritated look sweeping across his face.

“Do you really need to stare at any woman who crosses your path?” He quizzed, as Zen immediately jumped into an argument with him. V wasn’t too sure what was going on, so he put a hand on your shoulder and gently asked what was wrong. After a short period of silence, all eyes were on you, waiting for an answer.

Your hand shot up, pointing at the woman again. “Saeyoung,” was all you said, as all eyes shot towards her.

Saeran shot a glare his way, because he recognized him immediately after you pointed the first time. He had no words because he was absolutely used to seeing his brother dressed up. But why, of all times, does he need to run into his idiot brother when he’s trying to enjoy a nice day out with you. He thought he said something about work? That wasn’t working.

Yoosung immediately turned bright red when you pointed out it was Saeyoung. He knew his friend liked to dress up but he didn’t know he’d see him out with a man. How did he not recognize him at first? He makes a pretty woman… Was it a date? Does he like this man? Why can’t he just be himself!! Love is about being yourself!!! Has to fight with his inner conscious to stop himself from running over there and telling him that!

Jaehee stayed quiet, still a little light pink. Saeyoung was an adult, and was free to do whatever he wished. It didn’t bother her any at all. She was surprised at you for recognizing him right off the bat, however. You must really recognize faces well to have caught that with just a glance.

“Where’s Saeyoung? MC, that’s a young woman, not Saeyoung,” Zen started off, until you looked back at him, eyes wide. “It’s…. a young woman… isn’t it? MC, isn’t it?” He started turning pink, suddenly realizing that it was, indeed, Saeyoung. His embarrassment grew, as did his blush the moment it clicked in his mind, and you burst into a loud giggle. Now he was bright red because of the sweet sound of your laughter, or that’s what he tried to play it off as.

“Interesting. Is this considered work for him?” Jumin pondered out loud. How could a date be a job? Would MC like a job like that- going on dates with him? No no, that’s ridiculous. He did applause Saeyoung’s talent though, at first he was convinced that he was a real woman. His resemblance to a young woman was uncanny, it was no surprised that no one recognized him at first- well, everyone except you. You must be very analytical to realize so quickly, he liked it.

Click. The sound of V’s camera shutter interrupted your laughter. All eyes shot to him as he lowered the camera. “What,” he asked, cocking his head to the side, “It was a nice view, I couldn’t pass it up”. His camera gave you an idea! You pull out your phone and take a picture of yourself, making sure you can see him in the background, and point up at him while you sent the camera a wink.

“There! Now, watch this, guys!” You bounced a little in place, as you sent the picture to him, the accompanying text telling him to have a nice time. The group of you watch as the man excuses himself, and Saeyoung checks his phone while he waits. His head shot up and looked around quickly, looking for any sign of you. You threw your hand up into the air and waved it around slightly, catching his attention. He turned bright red as you sent him a bright smile, while his brother face palmed, Yoosung slightly waved, Jaehee and Jumin both nodded in his direction, Zen almost as red as Saeyoung himself and pouting, and V’s camera clicked another time. You watched as he fumbled to use his phone, and get a call from him and put it on speaker.

“WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING HERE??” He shouted into the phone, why did he bother calling if you could hear him yelling clearly from across the street? “THIS ISN’T WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE, LISTEN TO ME, MC,” he said in a slight panicked tone. You giggled and waved a little back at him.

“Uh huh, sure it isn’t. Have fun Saeyoung! Remember to tell us all about it later today!!” You spoke into the phone before hanging up. All of you could hear him yelling at you not to hang up on him, and you shouted a goodbye back at him before turning around and making your way back up the street. On the way back, everyone had a discussion on whether it was an actual date, or if it truly was just some undercover work. You spent the rest of the trip smiling at your phone from time to time as Saeyoung texted you, in all caps, trying to explain what you witnessed. The more you didn’t answer, was the more he texted you, until you heard a groan from Saeran, that’s when you knew that you wouldn’t have to suffer the texts alone.

“How long have you been working on the storage system?”

“I’ve been with it since its inception, actually, so that would be—oh—several years now. My partner, a Kantonian named Bill, and I went to Celadon University together, and one day, he shared the original prototype of the system with me. Back then, it had a text-based interface and was nearly unnavigable, and I told him that under no circumstances could he release something like that to you poor trainers. He invited me to help him develop the system further, and I gave it a proper GUI and cleaned up his code a bit. The system saw a worldwide release only a few months after that.”

“Ooh, that sounds like a lot of hard work! Can you share what challenges you faced in implementing it?”

“Well, it was hard at first to convince people to want it in the first place!”

“Whoa, really?”

“Yeah. It’s a great idea, and the general public thinks so now, of course, but how do you explain it to people who have no background in quantum mechanics, engineering, or digital physics? I can’t tell you how many times my partner and I have had to convince others that the system is perfectly safe, that Pokémon don’t feel a thing when they’re transferred, that it’s impossible to delete or modify Pokémon as they pass through the system, and so on and so forth. If you can think of a question regarding whether or not Pokémon would be harmed as they pass through the system, I’ve had to answer it at least 10 times.

“And that isn’t even getting into the financial aspect of it. I won’t go into too many details about that for fear of boring you, but let me just say that convincing people to invest in putting a PC in every Pokémon Center turned out to be far, far more complicated than figuring out a way to turn living creatures into electricity and data.”

“Huh, I didn’t know that! But hey, since we’re on the subject… I’m sure I’m not the only one wondering this, but how does it all work? You know, the process of storing Pokémon?”

“Oh, I can’t tell you all the details, partly because some of it is a trade secret and partly because the full explanation may take more time than you’d probably like. Whenever any of us—Bill, myself, or the other administrators, I mean—whenever we’re asked this, we often compare it to a telephone. Basically, a telephone works by converting the sound of your voice into electrical pulses, sending those through a wire as electricity or through the air as radio waves, and converting those pulses back into your voice on the other end. The storage system works in a similar manner. The matter converter breaks down a Poké Ball, draws it into the digital matrix, and sends it into our cloud-based system until you specify a destination whenever you withdraw a Pokémon. There’s a bit more to it than that, but then we’d have to get into the nature of Pokémon and how it’s possible for them to perceive their surroundings, even in an electro-digital state such as the one they assume inside a Poké Ball, and that gets a bit messy.”

“It all sounds so complex and fascinating. I’m sure I speak for everyone when I say that I couldn’t imagine being a trainer without the storage system! Is there anything you want to say to all the trainers out there whose lives have been made easier because of your work?”

“Much of what we do isn’t for you; it’s because of you. So the first thing I’d like to do is thank our users, not only for using the system but also for going out, exploring the world, and discovering new and exciting things. In turn, you inspire us to create and explore, and with your help, we come that much closer to understanding the Pokémon we share the world with. And with that said, second, never stop being curious. Keep exploring, and keep befriending the people and Pokémon you meet.”

Lanette’s dialogue was written by @bills-pokedex! Her blog is this awesome project where she writes Pokédex entries as the Pokémon researchers Bill and Lanette, and it also doubles as a platform for trainers to ask for advice! There was no one else I would’ve considered for writing the Lanette conversation, and after reading this, I’m sure you all see why. Be sure to check her blog out! :)


a little comic from one of the scenes that killed me in @i-am-thornqueen‘s fic a werecat in london i was originally going to do the whole scene, but i lost my motivation halfway through when i reread the scene and was like “oh god, this comic will never match the poetic beauty of this scene what am i doING!?” i abandoned it for a little while, but decided to color what i had done, and it turned out pretty ok! (although i’m sure there are about 50 things i got wrong haha)

Episode- Choose your own adventure

(bc of @nerdqueenofthepumpkins post )

“what are these footprin- whAT THE FU–”

imagine your otp in panic’s! “Don’t threaten me with a good time” video scenario

My Boyfriend (Lay)

Originally posted by lullabyun

Type: Fluff

Request: Can you do a scenario where the girl is a famous English speaking beauty youtuber and she brings Yixing(lay),her boyfriend on her video for the first time?

Yixing looked at the camera in front of him “babe what are you doing?” you asked him “fanservice” he spoke making you laugh “the camera isn’t on” you spoke as he gave you a look and then you continued. “That’s my job here anyways honey” you say as you finished your makeup “why do you have so much makeup?” he asks as he glances over at you “well it’s my job to use the makeup” you tease “but you don’t wear this much makeup” he speak looking it over as you get closer and sit down. 

“I think you wear more than I do” you tease as he smiles “I work hard to look pretty” he spoke as you gave him a look now “you don’t need anything to be pretty” you tell him as he leans over and kisses you. “I can say the same for you” he tells you quietly as you smile. “Come on we should get started” you say as you turn the camera on. 

“Hey guys what’s up it’s me your lovable Y/N” you say in English before doing a dumb little pose making Yixing smile “alright guys I’ve talked about him a lot and you’ve seen him in lots of my pictures and sometimes walking in the background of videos” you spoke pointing to him “I am Lay” he said in English. “Lay is really really popular in the entertainment community, he’s a performer and an amazing one in my opinion” you gush on about him as he smiles slightly.

“So this is getting to know my boyfriend” you say excited as he decided to copy you “alright I asked you guys to send me questions and there’s quiet a few” you say as you look at your phone. “Where did we meet?” you spoke in Korean for Yixing “EXO concert” he answered as you smiled. “How long have you guys been dating?” you then asked him “10 months in a few days and we’ve known each other for over a year” he spoke as you nodded.

“Do you guys want pets?” you ask “I like her bunny and her little turtle” he says “do you want pets?” you ask him with a laugh. “A dog maybe as long as its cuddly” he tells you. “He’s a cuddler” you say in English with a wink “cuddler, yes” he repeats. “Do you think you guys will last?” you ask loudly as both of you think for a moment “I think we work well together and I hope we last as long as possible” he spoke honestly as you rest your head on his shoulder and smile largely “such a romantic” you coo as he wiggles his brows. 

About 10 questions later you two were done with the questions and were talking randomly before you remember the camera was there. “Alright guys you know what to do like and subscribe and maybe this hunky boy will make an appearance on my channel more” you say in English. Yixing give the camera a wink before you turn it off. “You did a good job” you say “are they gonna understand me?” he asks “I’ll add subtitles babe don’t worry” you say. “I hope they like me” he tells you as you roll your eyes “they’ll love you and think you’re really handsome and want to marry you” he covers your mouth. “Don’t be too weird” he laughs as he leans in and kisses you.


Imagine the Eleventh Doctor going off at your emotionally abusive father Oncoming Storm Style? Please? And then afterwards TFW have a “talk” on their own with him?

Word Count: 1679

This was really cool to write! SuperWho is my dream and I will sell my soul to make it happen ! Thank you!! xx

(There is mention of emotional abuse, so please don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable) <3 


You held your phone to your ear, biting your fingernails as you waited for an answer on the receiving line. The Doctor was angry, and anger plus stupidity normally resulted in the Time Lord being quite reckless. You needed help; you couldn’t calm the Doctor on your own, especially when he was this riled up. You had called the Winchesters, specifically Sam. You were certain that he would pick up, Dean, on the other hand, let a few of your calls go straight to voice mail.


You sighed in relief when Sam answered, you could tell he was worried, just based on the tone of his voice. Then again, the Winchester boys were always worried about you.

“Sam. Hi. Listen, no time to have a long catch-up or anything but I need your help… Uh… The Doctor kinda just left the TARDIS to barge into my house and have a “man-to-man” talk with my dad –”

Home used to be a happy place, a place where you could do or say whatever you needed to. Nowadays it was the exact opposite. Back at home, your father waited for you, insults on the tip of his tongue, ready to fire at you. You never told the Doctor what he would call you, though you did tell Sam and Dean. You could trust the Winchesters with anything, no matter how big or small, and they would always help you, no matter what.

“So are you guys in the neighborhood?” You cut in before Sam could say anything else, “Because I need your help. Because why would the Doctor listen to me? I mean he’s probably in my house right now screaming alien things at my father, who probably deserves it, but I don’t want anything to happen to that bowtied idiot and –”

Before you could ramble any further, Sam cut you off, trying to calm you down before your head exploded.

You had been friends with the Winchesters for as long as you could remember, your father was a hunter, so he hadn’t been around much when you were a kid. You had befriended the Winchesters when you were young. But the day your father retired, probably became the worst day of your life. The days he was locked inside the house with you became the living hell. And in your line of work, that actually meant something.  

“How did he find out?”

“It slipped my mind! I was upset Sam! Anything could have happened!”

“Okay, okay. Take a deep breath. Where is he now?” The clinking of keys gave you hope, Sam and Dean were on their way.

“My place. It’s my Dad’s place now. I don’t live there anymore obviously, but I can still call it my place right?” You were known to ramble when you were nervous, and it normally made things difficult for the person you were talking with, “I mean I did live there. I still go there. I shouldn’t go there anymore should I? No. Yeah, it’s a bad idea…”

“So your dads’ place?” Sam asked. The familiar sound of the Impala doors closing gave you more hope. You could hear Dean mumbling angrily in the background, which made you laugh only a little.

“Yeah. I’m in the kitchen right now, they’re too engrossed in their screaming match to realize I’m even calling you,” You chuckled, “And tell Dean to calm down, will you? I can’t have two angry idiots storming around my street…”

Sam told Dean to shut up, which only made him angrier, “No I won’t calm down. Some dick thinks he can upset her and get away with it? I think the Doc should kill him. It’ll teach him a lesson!”

“He’ll be calmer before we get there. We’ll see you soon.”

You slipped your phone back into your pocket, pacing around the kitchen the windows were open and you were glad some fresh air was floating its way into your home. You chewed your lip as you sat on the marble bench.

Your father was the first voice you heard, and it brought shivers up your spine just to hear him speak this way to the Doctor, “Now you listen here. I’ve got no idea who you are, and I’ve got no idea how you know Y/N. But I’ll tell you this; you got no right to tell me how to raise my daughter!”

“Your daughter? Your daughter?” The Doctor’s voice rose through the house, and you felt a smile creep onto your lips. No one had ever really stood up for you before, and the Doctor was the first one ever to do so. “Tell me this, does a father tell his daughter that she’s pathetic? That she’s a disappointment to you? That she’s worthless and will never mean anything?!”

You pulled your knees up to your chest, resting your chin on your arms. The morning sun peeked through the curtains, and you were somehow glad that it was a new day. Tears pricked the corner of your eyes, you had convinced yourself that the words didn’t meant anything, but they still stung whenever you heard them.

“Listen to me. Y/N is anything but pathetic. She is smart, brave, beautiful, and above all, she is worth it. I’d rather die a million times than hear anyone ever call her that again.”

The all too familiar ’67 Chevrolet Impala parked a few houses down from you. Just like it used to do when you were a teenager, and the Winchester brothers shut the doors on the respected sides.

“Hey!” You whispered from the kitchen window, making sure the man and the alien in your living room couldn’t hear anything, “Dean! Sam! I’m in the kitchen!”

The brothers both looked towards you, sitting comfortably on the kitchen bench, grinning from ear to ear, ignoring the tear tracks that stained your cheeks.

“How the hell are we meant to come in without anyone noticing?” Dean chuckled.

“You did it we were younger. You can do it again now. If you can’t bare to do that, the front door is perfectly capable, I’ll meet you at the front.”

You jumped off the bench, slipping out the front door without anyone inside noticing you were gone. The cool air outside made you pull down your sleeves as you ran towards the shiny, black car. You hugged each of the brothers, but it was the flapping of wings that you grew so accustomed to hearing that made you smile the most. But that smile faded once you realized you were standing out in the freezing cold, your father yelling at one of your other best friends in your living room.

“You dragged Cas into this?!”

Sam had cleared his throat before he spoke again, “Well, to be fair Y/N, he is one of your best friends.”

“I didn’t want this to be a whole family reunion,” You snapped, feeling the tiniest bit angry. Sam was right; Cas was one of your best friends. But you couldn’t imagine if anything happened to any one of them because you were too stupid to bring it up in the first place. “I’m sorry. All of you, I didn’t want to pull you into this…”

Cas was the first to hug you, which didn’t surprise you at all. You wrapped your arms around the angel in return, burying yourself into the crook of his neck, “No matter what your father says. You are very important, Y/N…”

“Thank you, Cas,” you laughed, hugging him tighter, “You don’t know how much that means to me right now…”

“So. The Doc let himself into your house – leavin’ you to do who knows what – calling your dad every name under the sun?” Dean shrugged, “It’s not the most ridiculous thing he’s ever done.”

“I’d give him that, yeah…” You replied, nodding your head.

“So why haven’t you gone to stop him?” the younger Winchester asked.

“Because – The ‘Doc’ won’t let me get a single word in. Also, I don’t want to get involved anymore.”

“And that’s why you called us.”

You rested your tongue between your teeth, nodding your head once, “Precisely.”


You hung around the front door, fingers tracing the wooden pattern of the frame. It was a tough decision, whether or not to open the door. But you had to get the Doctor out somehow, didn’t you?

“You want me to go in first?” Dean put a reassuring hand on your shoulder, but you shook your head, opening the front door with a loud squeak.

Both your father and the Doctor glanced at your face burned with worry, but you quickly covered it up, taking a deep breath before you spoke, “Gentlemen,” You muttered, “Dad, you remember Sam and Dean –”

“Alright, that’s it!” Your father roared, and you held your breath, closing your eyes as you turned to Sam, who wrapped an arm around you, “You Missy, have created enough trouble today. Inviting these people into my home. You’re obviously too stupid to suck it up and deal with real life –”

Before anything else was said, there was a rather loud thump, and you couldn’t help but slam your eyes shut, burying yourself into Sam’s shirt. You couldn’t bare to look, imagining if someone was hurt was the last thing you wanted to do.

“Well that’s all done,” Dean broke the silence that hung over the room like a cloud on a rainy day. You opened a single eye, glancing over at Dean, who had just punched your father, straight in the nose, knocking him unconscious. “You coming?”

“You didn’t have to hit him!”

You glanced at the Doctor, biting your lip again before you spoke, “Yeah… He did…” You chuckled, running your hand nervously through your hair, “And Doctor, I didn’t expect you to get all – riled up like that.”

“What now?” Cas asked, driving the conversation completely off it’s topic once more, making you wrap an arm around his shoulders. 

“Now, we do whatever the hell we want.” 

Dean opened the front door, letting you out first, the others following closely, “I say a round for all of us. Doc, you’re paying.”

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI

Off by a Thousand Miles
Bucky, a Brooklyn-based cop, has his head turned by Steve Rogers, who’s just opened up a flower shop in his neighbourhood. It all goes horribly wrong when a string of murders leads to Steve being the prime suspect.

Wish you were here
Steve keeps getting postcards in the mail.

American Son; or, Bye Bye, Blackbird
“But where do I start?” Bucky asks.
Steve pauses.
“Back at the beginning, I guess.”
[Bucky, Steve, gender, memory].

cross this river to the other side
In 1943, the Howling Commandos wrote goodbye letters to be given to their loved ones in the event of their deaths.
In 2014, Sharon Carter finds those letters in a tin can in an abandoned HYDRA base.

this city bleeds its aching heart
The one where Steve and Bucky pose as a happily married couple while on a mission for SHIELD, to catch an international arms dealer hiding in a suburban neighbourhood.

Touch Has A Memory
Bucky’s so used to touch only bringing pain. He’s forgotten that a hand coming towards his face does not always constitute an attack. The first time Steve reaches to curl a hand around the back of Bucky’s neck (“Just for a hug, Buck. God, I’m so sorry, I should’ve warned you”), Bucky flinches, jerks back. He has to relearn everything. He has to relearn touch.

Somewhere Only We Know
Steve isn’t meant to be lying in the snow with Bucky. He should still be on that train, moving on. Instead, Steve is here. Because he fell from the train with Bucky.
They’ll come for him. For Steve. The world will come searching for Captain America. Bucky’s going to die here, but at least Steve is with him. Just a little more time with Steve. It’s all he can ask for. Bucky will die. Steve will go on. The way it’s meant to be.
Turns out, Bucky is wrong. Bucky is very, very wrong.

Post-movie AU in which Bucky didn’t just leave Steve on a river bank…he took him.

Rules of Engagement
Bucky can’t trust what’s in his own head. But he knows he trusts Steve.
Everybody tries to be nice. Everything is still awful.

Like You A Latte
There’s a coffee place two doors down from their apartment, because this is Brooklyn. It’s cute and homey and possibly the perfect place to write stuff, Bucky thinks, but these thoughts fall to the wayside when he makes eye contact with the guy behind the counter. It’s kind of like a movie. Bucky can feel time slow down, and as they make eye contact, he would swear on his life that he hears Careless Whisper playing somewhere in the background.

Funny But It Seems I Always Wind Up Here With You
The moment it hit Steve that he was in love with Bucky wasn’t anything special. He wasn’t sure if it was meant to be; do birds suddenly appear when you realize you’re in love with someone?

Tell Her You Love Her
5 times Bucky gave Steve advice on keeping girls around, and one time he took it.

the blood in my veins
Bucky doesn’t know a lot but he knows this: if there’s a world out there where he doesn’t have Steve, he hopes it’s a world he isn’t long for. That version of Bucky Barnes would be a sad sonuvabitch to see.
That Bucky Barnes is better off dead.

The Sun & The Star
There is a way these things are done; this is not it.
Or the one where Steve belongs to the Winter Soldier.

the long game
In 1945, Steve Rogers trades himself to the Red Room in exchange for the Winter Soldier. They accept his offer, but don’t let Bucky go. After all, their supersoldiers come as a matched set.
(Featuring crafty Steve, pining Bucky, and a very noisy metal arm.)

Sharp Teeth and Bird Bones
I’ll always find you.

Ghosts Along the Road
Steve goes on a road trip, for his health and sanity. Bucky unexpectedly joins him.

We’re Sure to Grow Old (Together)
Bucky googles the etiquette of how to sleep with your boyfriend’s boyfriend. Google knows nothing.

your favourite ghost
It’s harder than Steve ever expected to bring Bucky home.

Our history is just in our blood (history, like love, is never enough)
Steve is sure the guy working the morning rush at Starbucks is Bucky. Unfortunately, the guy doesn’t seem to know that.

Leave Me On The Mountain
Bucky is certain that he’s about to die, cold and lost in this mountain forest. But just as he thinks that the wolves have him, someone finds him and takes him in.

History Through Art and Propaganda (Or; The One Where They Do It In Professor Rogers’ Office)
You knew he’d be probably the youngest teacher you’d have. You were expecting the short stature and the ugly sweater and the friendly smile as he introduced himself. You were not expecting the scuffed up Docs or the full lips or the Frodo fucking blue eyes or the most gorgeous hands you’ve ever seen on a man.

Big Talker
“Bucky,” Steve says absently, “What’s it like, being with a guy?”.

The Official Russian Ex-Assassin Guardian Angel Support Group to Two Blonde Human Disasters
Nick Fury calls in Natasha and tells her, “I need you to keep an eye on Steve Rogers.”

Let me trace our younger days
Bucky tries on suburbia for a size, Clint plays the absentee husband and Steve is a cat. Until he’s not.

Read Me Like A Book
In which Bucky accidentally becomes a book collector, because when the universe gives you a million biographies about your boyfriend, you go bookcase shopping. And then he finds out about The Grenade Incident, and the boys actually talk about it like actual adults. (Somewhere, Sam sheds a proud tear.)

Bucky doesn’t feel human anymore. So he bonds with the other non-human intelligences in the Avengers Tower.